The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1887-08-03
THE YELLED PROPHET.
Things that Grover e. Dreamed He Saw i'm
the City of ST. Louis

Things that Grover q. Dreamed He Saw i'm
the City of ST. Louis.
New York Sun (Dem-)
He dreamed that he was already in ST. Louis,
and stood the balcony of the Southern Hotel,
waiting for the procession. The streets below
surged with enthusiastic citizens. They all
threw up their hats and shouted; Grover Cleve-
land for 1855"
1t sounded far off as shouts do in dreams,
yet the welcome words were distinctly intelligi,
BILE.
Then burst of music announced that the
head of the procession was nearing the place
where the President stood. The guest of the
city started back as if in surprise For 1t was
not the rich blare of full brass band that he
heard, but the sharp sraccato of flies and drums
playing a soldierss march.
The crowd in the street separated right and
left. Left! left! left! left" came the meas
ured tread of the marchers ana the head of the
mighty procession swept by.
This carnival scene The President
looked down the long line, but float q
barge, alegorcal tableau decorated
wagon in sight No maskers. num-
mers. Nothing but men plainly dressed in blue,
most of them OF middle age or beyond march
ing always in grim earnest to the music of fife
and drum.
The guest of the city turned Indignantly to the
chairman of the committee on entertainment.
who stood just behind him. What does this
meana Is insult intendedF
The committeeman shook his head urbanely
and put his fingers to his lips. Then he pointed
down the line. 1t seemed to be endless
StiIl they came. platoon after platoon. LEFT!
ated and then by the clinking beckle of a
pair of iron -shod crutches.
Some of the marcners wore empty coat sleeves
pinned upon the breast. Some of them marched
with great difficulty. None of them glanced up
at the balcony where the guest of the city stood.
They moved straight onward, as if they were
marching to a combat.
Tho President sighed. II did not know there
were many of them," he said.
On they came-"left! left left! left!"-thou-
sands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands
of Union veterans. And every few minutes
hoarse cheers went up from the crowd of spec
tators that lined the way. Tho cheers were
longer for the man on the balcony for 1888.
They were for the bullet-ridden, tattered ragged
and blood battle flags that borne
by, and for the memory of the battle years in the
sixties.
The minutec seemed hours to the President,
and tho hours seemed eternity, while he
stood and viewed the grim paraders, who paid
no heed to his presence. At last welcome
sound relieved his ears. weary of the monotonous
trampng. He heard the bling of wheels.
1.-THE Yelled Prophet" somebody shouted,
stHere he comes.
As the massive approached drawn by
score of white horses, the cheering below became
continuous. The guest of the city leaned over
the balustrade, the better to the pageant.
The car was handsomely decorated with flowers
and bunting. On the summit of the construction
stood single figure. a man wearing veil
over his face the flag OF the United States
The stopped just opposite the hotel
trance The Prophet slowly removed the veil
that had concealed mis- features and stood face
to face with the President He said nothing, but
stretched his arm forth and pointed with most
significant gesture to the long line of veterans
ahead. their backs all turned to Grover
Cleveland. all marching steadily away from him
in to the distance.
The President recognized the Yelled Prophet
ut is George Brnski. my substitute" he muir
INJURED He turned away and awoke. It had
been bad dream.